Join Date: Jun 2008
Location: Edmonton AB
Motorcycle: 2014 675R, 2019 Husky TE300i, 2014 Grom. Yes, Grom, fuck you, it's fun.
Re: Searching and Assholes....
OP, you are retarded. there are some issues here that involve dozens of pages of replies, and they are NECESSARY to answer the problem. electrical problems can be very tedious, and spending 100 pages walking a neophyte through his bullshit issue that he didn't even have the vocabulary to describe and it ends up being his killswitch is a complete disservice. if there are 20 steps to a diagnosis, then taking 3 days to get replies to your steps is ridiculous if you could simply search a fucking problem and get your answer in 5 minutes.
delete threads after a period of time? are you daft? my racebike is 7 years old and i might have an issue that someone who is more knowledgeable than me dealt with in 2006, and perhaps, he isn't around the site anymore.
next, you get the fools who don't even follow advice. i would say that 10% of the people who don't search and then simply ask "my bike won't start, what is wrong," won't even have the goddamned courtesy to do what you recommend. they come back with "i tried 'x' to fix my prob, why won't it work" and you can ALLCAPS 'y' solution, that will solve the fucking problem and the asshole will end up saying he took the thing to the dealer and paid $500 for a wrong diagnosis and then $500 to get a part he didn't need.
there are some absolute fucking geniuses that are members of this site, and their wisdom is contained in previous threads. if the smartest guy here logs on once a week, that means that 6 days out of 7, the OP asking a question won't get the answer from the smartest guy. don't even get me started on the guys who give bad advice about gear with only ever owning one jacket, riding with only ever going with his "ruffrydaz crew down the boulevard, or electrical when they don't eve own, let alone know how to use a multimeter.
take your rant and shove it. if you don't think that searching is a viable option, YOU are missing out, not us.
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